Probably just as well Mirage interrupted him, because Cliffjumper was grinding his teeth and his engine was snarling in jagged revs. He would have broken out yelling again if Mirage hadn't briefly surprised him with slapping his hand down on the table.
It didn't derail the frustration, but it briefly distracted him.
Growling, Cliffjumper did his very best not to burst out yelling before Mirage was done. Or he thought he was done, anyway. He might have stopped listening and had to do a quick review again and his field spiked out with his growl.
"Great. So we both know that." Optics flashing, Cliffjumper realised he should probably have remained sitting since at least he'd be closer to Mirage's faceplate like that, but he couldn't fragging well sit right now.
"Might be a fraggin' 'conundrum' for you, Mirage, but from where I'M standin' it just looks like your damn priesthood made sure there was no other fraggin' way to get help for an issue anyone might get hit by than by goin' to them!" The snarling grew into a yell, and Cliffjumper whirled around, stomping towards the door as he continued.
"Obviously the rites are actually real, and they mean a lot to people, not just the priesthood, but I don't fraggin' think I oughta have to swear to do somethin' I don't want to, or don't fit me, just 'cause some sludge-spewing, rusty elitist cargohaulers hoarded the only way to get control of this stupid, useless, thing!"
It took two tries for him to unlock the door and Cliffjumper would be sorry he was so angry except he wasn't, really, at all and frag all this. He didn't even bother to give Mirage a last dirty glare, because technically he wasn't mostly angry at Mirage (just a little), but rather at whoever first made sure the way to train to get this ability to see raised spark energy under control was to train as a priest.
The door opened, and Cliffjumper stormed out with enough noise he sounded far heavier and larger than he was.
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Date: 2014-04-20 10:34 pm (UTC)It didn't derail the frustration, but it briefly distracted him.
Growling, Cliffjumper did his very best not to burst out yelling before Mirage was done. Or he thought he was done, anyway. He might have stopped listening and had to do a quick review again and his field spiked out with his growl.
"Great. So we both know that." Optics flashing, Cliffjumper realised he should probably have remained sitting since at least he'd be closer to Mirage's faceplate like that, but he couldn't fragging well sit right now.
"Might be a fraggin' 'conundrum' for you, Mirage, but from where I'M standin' it just looks like your damn priesthood made sure there was no other fraggin' way to get help for an issue anyone might get hit by than by goin' to them!" The snarling grew into a yell, and Cliffjumper whirled around, stomping towards the door as he continued.
"Obviously the rites are actually real, and they mean a lot to people, not just the priesthood, but I don't fraggin' think I oughta have to swear to do somethin' I don't want to, or don't fit me, just 'cause some sludge-spewing, rusty elitist cargohaulers hoarded the only way to get control of this stupid, useless, thing!"
It took two tries for him to unlock the door and Cliffjumper would be sorry he was so angry except he wasn't, really, at all and frag all this. He didn't even bother to give Mirage a last dirty glare, because technically he wasn't mostly angry at Mirage (just a little), but rather at whoever first made sure the way to train to get this ability to see raised spark energy under control was to train as a priest.
The door opened, and Cliffjumper stormed out with enough noise he sounded far heavier and larger than he was.